Freestyle musings from a pseudo-intellectual hellcat in high heels with Huxtable aspirations in a ghetto fab world. Proudly sponsored by bouts of bitchy mood swings, one too many swigs of Turning Leaf, the letters F & U and the madness that is the Rotten Apple.

Looks like rumors of the terrific twosome's demise have been greatly exaggerated. Now all we need is Serena swingin' like someone stole something again, and we're back to the business of kicking ass & taking names.